In the internal corridors of the battleship, Fury, dressed in a lieutenant's formal uniform, hurried at a brisk jog toward Kyle's office.
The female military doctor suspected of being a foreign agent had been in the office for some time. He wanted to see how the matter was being handled.
Having just arrived outside the closed iron door of the office, Fury faintly heard a conversation between Kyle and the young military doctor inside.
"Are you coming over or not?"
"I'm not coming over."
"Then I'm coming over."
"Don't come over!"
The brief, pointless exchange ended, followed immediately by the sounds of a fierce fight from inside the office.
Just as Fury leaned closer to knock, something suddenly slammed into the other side of the iron door with a bang, leaving a slight dent in the refined iron door.
"Kyle, are you all right?" Fury decisively gave up on opening the door, wiped away a cold sweat, and shouted.
Kyle's calm, steady voice soon came from inside. "I'm fine. Just guard the office entrance and don't let any other soldiers come in."
"OK." Fury nodded in reply, showing not the slightest concern that Kyle might be in danger.
There was simply no need for that. The one who should be worried was the person fighting Kyle.
And indeed, that was the case.
Inside the battleship office, wood chips and torn paper littered the floor, leaving behind traces of the fierce battle that had ravaged the room.
Other than the Venom Suit, Kyle wore no other equipment. He stood tall and straight in the center of the office, coldly watching Santana, who was half sitting and half lying against the iron door.
Santana was completely different from before. Her somewhat youthful face was filled with indifference, her beautiful eyes gleamed with